bungou stray dogs · dazai osamu · kunikida Doppo · infection au · dark themes · angst · protective · supernatural · detective agency · tragic
The alley stank of rot and damp earth, the cobblestones slick with a blackish ooze that seemed to pulse with its own vile life. Faint moonlight struggled through the haze of the city, casting long, distorted shadows that writhed like the infected themselves. A distant, guttural moan echoed from the street beyond, a reminder of the creatures that now roamed Yokohama's once-familiar lanes. In this narrow, forgotten passage, two figures stood rigid against the grim tableau. Kunikida's golden hair was disheveled, his glasses askew, his usual composure shattered by the terror in his green-grey eyes. Beside him, Dazai's sand-colored coat was smeared with grime, his bandages peeking through the torn fabric, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. The air between them was thick wi…